Prompt #080: dance party
Title: Come dance with me
Pairing/Characters: Tommy Joe Ratliff/Isaac Carpenter
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (2x100)
Warning(s): Triggering for severe depression
Author's notes: Thanks to casey270 for looking this over for me.
Isaac comes home to find the house quiet. He was expecting to find Tommy waiting for him. Instead, he’s met with papers scattered all over the table, Tommy’s guitar in the corner and no sign of his boyfriend.
Glancing down he picks up the sheet on top, lyrics that Tommy must have been working on while Isaac was away.
Come dance with me.
It’s still a party if it’s just me and you.
Come take me away.
Make my fake smile real.
Hold me close as the black bleeds out.
Let the colors back inside of my empty soul.
~*~
Isaac takes the steps two at a time, the exhausted feeling from the long trip home long forgotten. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he finds Tommy sleeping in their bed, curled up in a nest of blankets wearing one of Isaac’s shirts.
Kneeling on the floor Isaac pushes Tommy’s bangs back revealing his red, puffy, tear stained eyes. It’s bad this time, and Isaac knows he’ll have to be patient.
“Took your meds?” he asks softly, relived when Tommy nods. Slipping into bed, he holds Tommy close until the worst of it passes.
Pairing/Characters: Tommy Joe Ratliff/Isaac Carpenter
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (2x100)
Warning(s): Triggering for severe depression
Author's notes: Thanks to casey270 for looking this over for me.
Isaac comes home to find the house quiet. He was expecting to find Tommy waiting for him. Instead, he’s met with papers scattered all over the table, Tommy’s guitar in the corner and no sign of his boyfriend.
Glancing down he picks up the sheet on top, lyrics that Tommy must have been working on while Isaac was away.
Come dance with me.
It’s still a party if it’s just me and you.
Come take me away.
Make my fake smile real.
Hold me close as the black bleeds out.
Let the colors back inside of my empty soul.
~*~
Isaac takes the steps two at a time, the exhausted feeling from the long trip home long forgotten. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he finds Tommy sleeping in their bed, curled up in a nest of blankets wearing one of Isaac’s shirts.
Kneeling on the floor Isaac pushes Tommy’s bangs back revealing his red, puffy, tear stained eyes. It’s bad this time, and Isaac knows he’ll have to be patient.
“Took your meds?” he asks softly, relived when Tommy nods. Slipping into bed, he holds Tommy close until the worst of it passes.